>>1088749
>You are magnificent and I know you will do me proud.


Finalizer is for Loving

>>1088749
Supporting >>1088757

>>1088757
This.

>>1088749
>>1088757
This

> Other

“You girls are magnificent and I know you will do me proud,” you say. Because if they don't, your neck is going to be squeezed tighter than a stress toy in the hands of an ugnaught. They all smile happily, grateful at the praise that you're giving to them. Yes, they respond well to praise, of course. Resolute however doesn't look very convinced. “So without further interruptions, and because I don't want to waste any of your time, please get out there and give me 110%.”

Prosecutor grins, then looks to everybody. “Come on, girls! Let's go!” They turn around and march off at the double quick, getting themselves ready at launch positions. Prosecutor and Resolute stay behind, with Arc Hammer heading off into reserve. Prosecutor tells you, “Thank you for putting so much faith in us, Admiral! We won't let you down!” Please don't you cute thing you. She salutes you sharply, then turns and leaves with the rest.

Resolute stares at you. “You're not just saying that because Lord Vader has low tolerance for mistakes, right?”

“No, no! Of course not, all of you are genuinely magnificent and good at what you all do!” Please go, Resolute. You're going to break something. She folds her arms, skeptical. “Resolute, please. I have complete confidence in you not to embarrass yourselves in front of Lord Vader. After all, he happens to be one of the most powerful people in this Empire! You know him personally too!”

“I do,” he says. “He also has a very sharp mind and an ability to see whether men or fake or bona fide.” Er. Uh. “I'm sure he will figure things out very quickly at the end of this mission.” She shrugs, smirking. “Truth be told, I hope he doesn't. For your sake, Admiral.”

With that, Resolute turns around and leaves, a very large swagger to her hips. Ahaha... might be the last time you ever get to see that. Better savor it. Hm. Very firm bottom. F4 rolls up to you. “Sir. Lord Vader is ready for your battle plan?”

“Battle plan?” you ask.

“... yes, sir,” he says. “Do you not have one?”

> “No. You do. Come up with one now.”
> “Sure I do! Haha! Aha! Ahaha!”
> “No. Oh hell no.”
> Other

>>1088901
>> “No. Oh hell no.”
Time for an emergency planning session!

>>1088901
>> “No. Oh hell no.”
"battleplan is for unimaginative. My plan is to embrace Chaos."

>>1088901
Have VP and Finalizer do a hit and run with their TIE and Vulture droids and lure their fighters away in which we'll cut them with the the lighter ship's anti-starfighter capabilty.

Once they are occupied have Resolute and Prosecutor and Redemption break a hole on the corvette screen with their turbolasers and have VP and Force of Commerce and their bombers and fighters aiming for their carrier and star destroyer.

Our ships, TIES, and Resolute and Prosectuor's squadrons will help maintain the whole and take out targets of opportunity.

>>1088901
Between VP and Finalizer that is over 600 starfighters which should lure the enemy fighters our for our girls to take out.

VP also has another thousand + what the republic ships and force of commerce have to make a thrust to their capital ships.

http://pastebin.com/q3s2ZJQS

Here is the pastebin/

>>1088901
>>1088971
Supporting this

>>1088901
>>1088971
Yeah alright. I can't remember last thread.

>>1088901
>>1088971
Seems like a decent plan.

> Other

-

-

“A hit and run by our fighters from VP and Finalizer should be sufficient to lure their fighter screen away and into Black Hawk and Agility's own picket defense supported by our new pickup Acheron where we can hopefully wipe out most of them. But while they are occupied, we can have Resolute, Prosecutor, and Redemption break a hole in the corvette screen with turbolaser fire, and have VP and Force of Commerce along with their bombers aiming for the big targets, the carrier and the Star Destroyer. Our ships will maintain the formation and take out targets of opportunity.”

Lord Vader nods. “A sound plan.” Yes, of course it is. And you came up with it. Not that technician either. You glare at him for a second, and he quickly goes back to work. Yes, you came up with it. Not him. If he claims he did, he's lying. “I look forwad then to the battle.”

“Sir!” Commander Fiennes calls to you. “Yuuzhan Vong ships spotted! They're in defensive formation and holding position!” You and Lord Vader step up to the window. Indeed, several kilometers out, the YV ships were in a defensive pattern, with the corvettes in a circular picket around them to ward off enemy fighters. As you expected. And the Star Destroyer in the center with the cruisers around it, and with the carrier in back. “Orders?”

“Deploy the Starship Girls, they know the plan,” you say. You briefed them. On your plan.

“Prosecutor, First Fleet deploying!” The fleet deploys. “Acheron, break off with Black Hawk and Agility!”

“By your command,” says Acheron as she leisurely moves to position. “Forgive my slowness you two. I'm not exactly a podracer here.” Agility and Black Hawk impatiently wait for Acheron to catch up.

“Deploy fighters now!” says Finalizer. “GO MY MINIONS! IN LORD VADER'S NAME!” VP and Finalizer launch their massive screen of fighters, sending them off to combat. So far, the Yuuzhan Vong are holding position. They deploy fighters of their own, which start to move forward of the corvettes.

Lord Vader rubs the bottom of his mask, observing. “Interesting.” He looks down to you. “Your Starship Girls seem disciplined.”

> “Of course they are! I trained them!”
> “Yes, well, they know what's at stake.”
> “Of course, Lord Vader. They were born that way.”
> Other

>>1089112
> “Of course they are, they're treated with care!

>>1089112
>> “Of course they are! I trained them!”
>"And they know what's at stake.”

>>1089112
>Of coarse, I believe in maintaining good morale with my ships and in return they trust my command

>>1089112
>>1089141
>>1089162
Adding this to my vote

>>1089112
>>1089141
>>1089162
Reciprocating! Treat your ships well and they'll treat you well in return!

>>1089112
> “Of course they are! I trained them!”
plus>>1089162

>>1089112
This >>1089162

>>1089112
>>1089141
Supporting this.

> Other

“Of course they are! They're treated with care, and if you treat them with care, you're rewarded with good morale and trust in your command.” You smile happily, but forcefully as well. It's hard to smile when you're next to Lord Vader. How does Devastator do this?

Lord Vader stares at you, then says, “Take care not to spoil your charges, Admiral.” Wouldn't dream of it. If anything they're being spoiled just having a man like you for Admiral. Hmph. “What is the situation?”

The fighters engage with the Yuuzhan Vong fighters outside the corvette picket. Although with some losses, they manage to draw the vast majority of fighters away from the pickett and into a killzone earmarked by Agility and Black Hawk. “Here we go!” says Black Hawk. “I'm going to kill the most fighters today! Just you watch you little runt!”

“Buzz off, I am going to get the most kills!” says Agility. “And then the Admiral will pet my head and feed me ice cream!” The two glare at each other, growling furiously. Then they see the fighters closing in. VP and Finalizer's break off, allowing them clear shots at the fighters. “There, let's-” Missiles suddenly fly past them. And they explode amongst the groups of fighters, smashing them to pieces. “... go?” They turn around.

And see Acheron sitting idly as if she were on a chair, reading a holobook. Her missile pods fire off loads of missiles at the fighter groups as she reads. The two corvettes blink, then harden their faces, jealous and envious of Acheron's abiltiy for sure. More fighters explode and shatter from the airburst missiles Acheron fires off without much care.

“The fighters away! Let's open a hole up!” Prosecutor commands Resolute and Redemption to follow her in. They fire off a barrage of turbolaser fire, carving away two of the corvettes and forcing the picket to split up and start regrouping in the back. “They're falling back! VP! Force of Commerce, Finalizer, come on!” The three ships close in behind Prosecutor, sending in their bombers towards the bigger targets. The Yuuzhan Vong formation is starting to go into disarray.

You smile happily. Victory is at hand, and without much effort too-

“Sir. Hyperspace signatures,” says Commander Fiennes. “More Yuuzhan Vong!”

“How big?” you ask.

“...” Commander Fiennes quietly checks it, then turns around to you. “Massive. Worldship class sir.” W-... Lord Vader stiffens up, knowing just as well as you do. “Wh- what do you want us to do?”

> “Begin retreat. We've done enough.”
> “Keep up the attack.”
> “Regroup and reform, now!”
> Other

>>1089380
> “Regroup and reform, now!”

>>1089380
> “Regroup and reform, now!”

>>1089380
>> “Regroup and reform, now!”

>>1089380
>> “Regroup and reform, now!”

>>1089332
>>1089380

> “Regroup and reform, now!”

“Regroup and reform, now!” you declare. Commander Fiennes looks at you as if you were insane. “Get the girls back now!”

Prosecutor receives her orders just as she sees the YV Fleet retreating. “Everyone, regroup and reform! Back to the ships!” Everybody turns about and starts speeding back to your Star Destroyer. You head up to the main window and grip the windowsill tight. A worldship, huh? You've heard they're pretty big, but you can't imagine they'd be that big, right? The Starship Girls form a line in front of your ship, ready.

“Incoming Worldship!” says one of the techies.

The Worldship pops into a view. It takes up most of the window owing to its sheer size, more than 100 kilometers wide and long, with spiral arms making it resemble a cruel parody of a galaxy. Its billowy fleshy form spins slowly like a planet on its axis. The YV Fleet you were previously engaging retreats under its mass, with the Worldship slowly edging its way to you, casting a shadow down on your two measly ships and Starship Girls. Everyone stares up in awe at it, completely entranced.

…

“Oh blast,” says Commander Fiennes. “A-... Admiral!” He looks back to you, fear in his eyes. “What are your orders?”

“We can deploy boarding parties!” says Prosecutor. “Have faith in us, Admiral! We can do it!” You-... You look to Lord Vader.

…

You don't know if that glare is because he wants you to cut your losses and retreat OR if he's expecting you to have faith in your girls to defeat a Worldship with just them and the support of a single Star Destroyer and an Arquitens.

…

uh.

> “No. Retreat. They win this round.”
> “Begin boarding action.”
> Other

>>1089639
> “Begin boarding action.”
Have the Ties and available squadrons cover them as best they can

>>1089639
>“No. Retreat. They win this round.”

>>1089639
> “Begin boarding action.”
Fortune favors the bold.

>>1089639
>> “Begin boarding action.”

>>1089639
> “Begin boarding action.”

>>1089639
> “Begin boarding action.”

>>1089639
> “Begin boarding action.”

> “Begin boarding action.”

“Prosecutor, all ships with boarding parties, begin boarding action!” You have a bad feeling about this. The Starship Girls who have boarding parties, Prosecutor, Resolute, VP, Finalizer, Force of Commerce, all of them. Even Arc Hammer deploys out of the ship to deploy her own boarding party of Dark Trooper fairies. They grab capsules from their kit, and throw them at the Worldship. The capsules glow blue, then start dispensing fairies of Stormtroopers, Clone troopers from the 501st in Resolute's case, Dark Troopers, and B1 and B2 Battle droids. They fly into the Worldship, cutting their way through the outer skin and forcing their way in. The Worldship starts shuttering as the boarding parties start making themselves known.

F4 sits beside you, watching. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

Oh hell. The girls maintain concentration, psychically controlling the movements of their boarding parties. Tellstar, Black Hawk, Redemption, and Acheron, being the ships without boarding parties move to cover them. The little corvettes to the side, with Redemption and Acheron in the middle behind the girls. However, more YV fighters emerge from the Worldship, and some ports on the Worldship open to reveal massive slag throwers. They fire down massive red fireballs at the distracted Starship Girls. “Redemption!” you yell.

She flies in front of them, tanking a shot directly and blasting another apart with her turbolasers. “Redemption has taken half damage!” yells a technician. The other slag throwers fire down at the distracted girls. One of them unfortunately hits Prosecutor, sheering her shirt in half and bruising her skin. She maintains focus despite it.

“Status on the boarding?” you ask.

“20% boarding complete,” says another technician. Tellstar, Black Hawk, Agility, and Acheron make themselves busy warding off the fighters. “Orders?”

> Interpose your ships between them and the Worldship, act as a shield until the boarding is complete.
> This isn't worth it, break off.
> Keep a look out. There may be more ships incoming.
> Other

>>1090021
> Interpose your ships between them and the Worldship, act as a shield until the boarding is complete.

>But keep an eye out with sensors and scanners for more ships so you can react effectively.

>>1090021
>>1090029
This

>>1090021
Supporting this >>1090029

If Vader makes any indication, tell him that we are ensuring our ships can focus entirely on their portion of the mission.

And loyalty works b

>>1090072
FUCKING LAPTOP

Loyalty works best as a two way transaction.

>>1090021
>> Interpose your ships between them and the Worldship, act as a shield until the boarding is complete.

>>1090021
>>1090029
>This,

Also

>Deploy all TIE Fighters and Bombers from the Gladiator cover the girls at all costs!

I have faith in our girls and worse case we ram the Worldship, and awake rescue. No Admiral should lead if they are unwilling to take the risk themselves. Plus you know Vadar is on our ship so..

>>1090021
> Interpose your ships between them and the Worldship, act as a shield until the boarding is complete.
There's not much point to giving any especial attention to sensors and whatnot, we'll be so heavily engaged that reordering the line of battle will become an impossibility, it's just going to be a knock down, drag out slugging match.

>>1090127
i meant for new Hyperlane contacts, so we can cut and burn.

> Interpose your ships between them and the Worldship, act as a shield until the boarding is complete.

“Get our ships in between them!” you yell. “Protect our girls, let's go! Helmsman, bring us about now!”

“Yes, sir!” The Star Destroyer immediately weaves itself between you and the Starship Girls. The Arquitens as well moves to cover up the girls as well. Your massive bulks should prove handy in keeping the slag off of them. Ha! How's about that, Lord Vader! You can do something ri-

The ship shakes. “Damage report!”

“Sir!” One technician looks to you. “Deflector shields are being drained by slag throwers! No damage sustained so far!” You look to the Arquitens, which is getting absolutely pummeled by slag. Oh no. Your old flagship! “Sir, the Arquitens is taking heavy fire!”

“Pull it out,” you say. “Now!” Before that order can come through, a massive slag boulder smashes right through the front prow, splitting the ship in half. You, Commander Fiennes, and Lord Vader watch as the ship explodes into fiery debris, shattering apart in a reactor rupture. The different pieces go flying away into stardust. “Oh blast.”

“The Arquitens!” Commander Fiennes sighs sadly. “It's gone!”

Your old ship. Gone. You don't care about the people aboard, they're expendable. YOUR SHIP! Oh no! Blast it! Blast it to hell! They'll pay for that! More slag hits your Star Destroyer. “Sir, boarding at 50%!” yells a tech. “Our shields can't hold the slag, sir!”

“Keep us between us and them!” you shout. “You have a job to do-” The bridge suddenly shakes violently. You're almost thrown into one of the workpits, but Commander Fiennes catches you quite well. “Damage!”

“Sir!” A panicked technician cries out to you. “We've lost the shield generators, taking effective fire!” A console blows up near you, blasting a techie into the workpit and showering everyone in sparks and embers.

Commander Fiennes grabs ahold of you, yelling into your ear. “We can't hold, sir! We have to evacuate!”

> “No! We stay! Give the girls a chance!”
> “Fall back! Get us out now!”
> Other

>>1090264
>> “No! We stay! Give the girls a chance!”

>>1090264
>Commander Fiennes, You and Non essential Personnel evacuate! Anyone important stay here and hold until the girls are finished.

>>1090264
I'll back this guy >>1090274

>>1090264
>>1090274
This

>>1090264
This >>1090274

We've made a mistake or we're brilliant. Victory is the only way out now.

We should advise Vader to withdraw (tell him he's to important to risk his life here)

And tell Fiennes to carry our comendations for the crew of the Arquitens.

We leave nothing undone.

>>1090264
> Other
"Evactuate? In our moment of Triumph?"

Real talk, Why the fuck are we boarding a Worldship anyway? Has anybody else done it? Are we gonna have to pay for the loss of our former capital ship? And how did Slug throwers get through our shields? Why aren't we firing back? I need answers.

>>1090387
We probably are firing back but the heavy amount of slag throwers is overwhelming our defenses.

>>1090393
We went from half shields to, Shield generator destroyed. Are we facing the fucking world ship?

>>1090387
1. Standard procedure to fight a Worldship with Shipgirls is to board it (the boarding parties act like a virus which kill it from the inside out)

2. It's been exactly four times usually at heavy losses.

3. It wasn't your ship, it was the Empire's.

4. Lots of slag throwers.

5. You are, Star Destroyers individually just do piddly against a Worldship.

>>1090397
Thank you, We're a madman. We're so losing rank after this.

>>1090398
Actually if we survive, it'll probably be because we won, but with massive casualties. Winning with massive casualties is standard Imperial procedure. If anything we'll be looking at a promotion or a military funeral with honours.

>>1090405
and even then the Imperial Light Cruiser didn't carry a lot of men to begin with.

>>1090405
Either is better than a glass of diet choke from Vader

> “No! We stay! Give the girls a chance!”
> Other

“I'm staying! Commander Fiennes, evacuate non-essential personnel! We're keeping the screen up as long as we can!”

Commander Fiennes stares at you in surprise, then nods. He grabs a comm link and shouts out his order to the crew. “All non-essential hands to the escape pods! Repeat, all non-essential hands to the escape pods!” He looks back at you. “What about you, Admiral!?”

“I'm staying right here,” you say. He nods, grimly. “You take care, Commander.” He nods, heading off. “And tell your children I said hello!” Yeah, that'll spark some inspiration in him. He pauses, apparently feling guilt, before running off. Most of the bridge staff leaves except for the helmsmen and the gunners. More consoles explode around you and Lord Vader. “Lord Vader, perhaps you should evacuate too. Things are going to get-”

He turns around, then walks away with the rest of the evacuating staff.

…

okay. If Lord Vader is evacuating. That is usually a sign that you should go too.

“Sir!” A bridge technician screams to you. “We've taken-” A huge slag piece smashes through the center of the ship. “We're losing atmosphere-” A red alert siren signals through the ship!

“BREACH, BREACH, BREACH!” screams a Stormtrooper. He starts distributing oxygen masks to everyone. You take your own, taking a deep breath of the canned air. You strap the mask on as the air starts leaking out of the ship. Oh, you are going to get a medal out of this if you win!

“Boarding at 70%! It's stalling!” yells a Techie. “Sir, Prosecutor and Finalizer have broken off their boarding action!” WHAT!? WHY!? WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING!? “We're losing-”

“Look out!” A Stormtrooper points to the window. A massive slag piece is moving towards it.

… oh. So this is how you die.

[1/2]

>>1090433
[2/2]

-

-

You open your eyes, taking a deep breath. You can feel an oxygen mask around your nose and mouth. The lights are bright, the bed below is actually quite comfortable. Someone really went all out it seems. Even the blanket is not too warm, just the right temperature. You can feel that your uniform has been replaced by hospital pajamas.

“He's awake!” Redemption stands over you. Ah, that lovely face is the first thing you see in heaven. Thank you. Prosecutor and Finalizer as well come into your vision, looking dreadfully worried. “Admiral! You're alive!”

“What happen.” You want to ask a lot more but you can't force anything else out of your mouth.

“The Dictator was destroyed, as was your Arquitens,” says Redemption mournfully. “Commander Fiennes and almost of the crew were able to evacuate however. And we are able to recover you after the battle. By all rights you should have been killed, Admiral.”

“But he wasn't.” The three girls step back, and allow Lord Vader to step into your view.

“... Worldship destroyed?” you ask.

“No. But catastrophically weakened. Once we locate it again, the Grand Admiral will be dispatched to mop up,” Lord Vader says. “It seems you have saved us a lot of trouble, Admiral, almost at the cost of your life.” You blink. Really. Oh goodness. “I recovered your body after the battle and had you healed. You were at the brink of death.” Oh thank Lord...

… Vader. “You are now in my debt, Admiral.” He points an accusing finger in your face. Your comfortable hospital bed has suddenly felt like it's swallowing you alive. “Do not forget that.” He turns around, stepping away.

Prosecutor holds your hand, looking you in the eye. “That was so reckless of you, Admiral! What were you thinking!?”

> “What were you thinking? You could've had them.”
> “I was trying to win, what else.”
> “I was trying to protect you.”
> Other

>>1090435
> “I was trying to protect you.”

>>1090435
> “I was trying to protect you.”

>>1090435
>> “I was trying to protect you.”

>>1090435

> “I was trying to protect you.”
because...
> “I was trying to win, what else.”

If I was meant to watch a battle, I would have been issued a yacht or a recon drone and a Holonet link to my office. Warships fight. I was on a warship. I fought to win, and that meant giving you girls a chance to do what you were sent in to do.

>>1090435
>> “I was trying to protect you.”

>>1090435
> “I was trying to win, what else.”
Play it cool, we're an Admiral, not some fawning suitor.

>tfw we could've had a worldship kill but were cock-blocked.

Also protect you implies all of them right ?>>1090435

>>1090435
>> “I was trying to win, what else.”

Eh I see it going

>I was trying to protect- I uhh I mean win! Yeah I was trying to win! Hahha! I'm not some soft hearted lonely man who loves his ships!

>>1090435
>> “I was trying to win, what else.”
>> “I was trying to protect you.”

>>1090475
They already know we love them, we're just trying to convince them that we're kidding when we try to lewd them

>>1090435
> “I was trying to protect you.”

>>1090435
>I had faith in you.

Didn't we hear her to trust them.

> “I was trying to win, what else.”
> “I was trying to protect you.”

You sigh. “I was trying to win. What else?” Prosecutor frowns a bit. “And to win, I had to protect the lot of you.” You take a deep breath through the mask. Redemption carefully unstraps it and allows you to take it off to breathe in some fresh air. Aah, much better. “If you girls hadn't come back for me, we would've had them.” You chuckle a little, sitting up to face all three of them at once. “And besides, there's no Starship Girls like all of you. You're more valuable than I am.”

Finalizer takes your other hand. “That's not true, Lord Admiral! There's no other Admiral I would dare take orders from! You are an ally of the Dark Side!” You stare at Finalizer as she goes on her fantasy ramblings. “And I would never allow myself to abandon you!”

Prosecutor smiles a bit, then sighs. “Oh, Admiral. We're so sorry we didn't kill the Worldship. You trusted us and we couldn't even do that.” She mopes a little, looking down.

“Are you all at least unhurt?” you ask.

“We spent some time in the repair docks,” says Redemption. Right, you remember Redemption being hit to help protect the ships. “But don't worry about us. Worry about yourself for now. In fact, just remain in bed for the next couple of days. We will take care of you to the best of our abilities, Admiral.”

“Yes,” says Prosecutor. “Do not worry! We'll cook, we'll clean you, we'll do anything you need!” … clean? “You just make sure you spend your time going on a full recovery trip.”

…

So. You just went from almost dying to now being in Starship Girl heaven. Hehehe.

You should almost die more often.

“We're just glad you're alive, Admiral,” says Redemption. “Please. Our sincerest apologies for failing you.”

“That's quite alright,” you say. “I mean, I'm surprised F4 isn't here to be snippy with me about losing the Worldship, he'd be all over this.” Damn droid.

“F4 isn't here, sir,” says Prosecutor. What? “He stayed with you. But... we couldn't find him.”

…

“Admiral?” Finalizer looks to you. “Lord Admiral, is something wrong?”

“N-... no.” You lean back, resting your head against your pillow. “No. Nothing's wrong. Just, can I have some time for a nap, girls?” They all look at each other, then back to you with concerned expressions. “I'd just like that.” They all nod, standing up and leaving your hospital room. F4. That little scrap bucket. Damn it. He actually stayed with you!? He calls himself smart, and now look at him, missing and...

Ugh. You look around.

Nope.

No F4.

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>>1090606
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FINALIZER IS FOR

>>1090435
But hey, on the plus side, he deemed us important enough to save! Despite everything I don't think he considers this a failure given the circumstances.

Inb4 he asks us for help on how to deal with the girls.

>>1090610
Thanks for running Schteel, RIP rustbucket.

>>1090610
Aww, no F4, We told him NON-ESSENTIALLY Personnel.

Any bets on what will be our new flagship?

>>1090610
FINALIZER FOR LEWDS

>>1090616
Finalizer. We'll carry her into battle!

>>1090606
Wait did F4 fucking die? Seriously? What the fuck? Why didn't his can get forced off?

WHY AM I CRYING, HIS A FUCKING ROBOT.

>>1090610
Thanks for the fun, boss.

RIP F4. You were the droid we needed, right to the end.

Also, Vader personally saw to our rescue, that makes us FUCKING AWESOME! So great that even the Dark Lord of the Sith deems us worth saving.

Eat that you blue skinned kiss-ass!

>>1090634
Or you know, now we gotta help him kill Plap's because Sith lord mumbo jumbo.

http://pastebin.com/i38aHLYX

Updated the Pastebin

>>1090643
Or maybe he just wants to show his shipgirls affection like we do, but it would make him appear weak, so he keeps us around and lives vicariously through our antics.

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>>1090610
>tfw F4 is gone
This shouldn't weigh on me as much as it is.

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>>1090610
>Lost f4
Quest fucking dropped, I hate you faggot.

Just got into this quest and read up on all the previous threads. I'm gonna miss F4
I wonder how Vader wants us to repay his debt.

>>1090612
Vader is playing us. He used our lust for glory to throw us into battle on short notice against something that was just a little too much for us. If we had retreated we would have lost face, but we didn't, this happened and now we are in his debt. Either way we've been taken down a peg.

Make no mistake. Thrawn is the golden boy here. Vader was just making sure our ego didn't get in the way of the greater campaign.

Also I see we're from the Ciaphas Cain school of self serving assholes.

>>1091240
He is playing us, but the question is to what ends, he clearly recognises us as a person of some potential, otherwise he would've simply disposed of us either by leaving us to die after the Gladiator went down or giving us a can of diet choke if we'd retreated. He's put us out of the way of his current plans, but also in a position where we can be of value to his future ones.

Instead he's made us one of his assets, and I wouldn't be surprised if we received a promotion to a fleet command (as in a task force posting or command, rather than static base patrol and defence) once the dust has settled, and tacit patronage from Vader to boot, with all the benefits and liabilities that brings.

>>1091246
He knows we dislike Thrawn, he probably will use this to force us to improve.
I wouldn't be surprised if Vader actually knows how we cheated in the Academy. And if he doesn't we must try to get rid of any evidence we cheated, as Thrawn can easily use it to blackmail us.

You did not want to admit you were missing F4. But it did feel like you were missing a limb.

But that pain was assuaged by the fact that the Starship Girls were now at your beck and call to take care of you in bed. Prosecutor's room was still yours to call home while the Grand Admiral takes your office and your quarters. Prosecutor is busy in the kitchen cooking you a nice homecooked meal while Redemption has her turn with you.

And that turn was spent letting you sit your head in her lap while she combs your hair. Ah, these nice glorious thighs of hers. One of the best things to rest your head on, the thighs of a very attractive woman. Hmph, men would give their left arm to be in your position right now. Let's see the Grand Admiral do something like this. “How are you feeling, Admiral?” she asks.

“Much, much better,” you say. It had only been a couple of days since you fought the Worldship and already you were loving things so far. Lord Vader hasn't come to bother you, the Grand Admiral is busying himself with finding that wounded Worldship, and you have nothing to do except relax nice and quietly. “Thank you so much, Redemption.”

She pats your cheek, smiling down at you. “My pleasure, Admiral.” She pinches your cheek a bit. “Hm, you have such soft skin, very fair skin. To come out of that wreck with nary a scar is miraculous. Though, I will say, I do find a man with scars very attractive.”

You look up at her, smirking. “Well, you can drop me on the floor if you'd like, let's see where that takes us.” She huffs, giggling a little. “Come on, I-”

Prosecutor steps into the room. “Breakfast, Admiral!” Ah. Good. Reluctantly, you sit up off of Redemption's thighs, then scoot yourself back onto the bed lying back. Redemption steps off and lets Prosecutor set the tray in your lap. “Omelettes and blue milk with a bit of spice to it.” Oh? You slice up one omelette and take a bite. Huh. It's actually quite mild.

“Let me try,” says Redemption. You nod, cutting a piece up for Redemption. You hold it up with your fork, and she takes a bit happily, letting her lips pop off the silver. Prosecutor witnesses this, gasping a bit, then pouts. Oh, did she witness something lewd perhaps?

Of course, the next thing that happens is Redemption immediately running for the nearest source of water.

Prosecutor blinks. “Huh.” She turns towards you, standing at your side. “Well, if there's anything you need, Admiral. I am right here.”

> “Fetch me a wheelchair, I'd like to see what's going on around the base.”
> “I think a bath after breakfast would be nice.”
> “Just be at my side and let me know what's going on. Don't feel like getting up.”
> Other

>>1092140
> “Fetch me a wheelchair, I'd like to see what's going on around the base.”

>>1092140
>> “Fetch me a wheelchair, I'd like to see what's going on around the base.”

>>1092140
>> “Fetch me a wheelchair, I'd like to see what's going on around the base.”


Taking a bath after eating seems weird. Best see the situation on base.

>>1092140
>> “Fetch me a wheelchair, I'd like to see what's going on around the base.”

>>1092140
Remember the first time we had Prosecutor's food and thought it was too spicy? Me neither.

>>1092170
I remember and we told her to make it mild.

>>1092140
> “Fetch me a wheelchair, I'd like to see what's going on around the base.”

The World ship most likely stole F4 to learn all our plans and it's gonna come back as some weird, big tittied human-looking shipgirl to corrupt us against the Empire.

>>1092140
>> “Fetch me a wheelchair, I'd like to see what's going on around the base.”

>>1092177
>combining all the attributes from our girls
>With F4's take no shit attitude
F-f4 you were a girl the whole time!?

>>1092187
She would be one of the best girls.

>>1092231
Tsun and stupidly loyal.

> “Fetch me a wheelchair, I'd like to see what's going on around the base.”

-

-

After breakfast, Prosecutor helped you into a wheelchair an began carting you around the base. The extent of your injuries was some cracked ribs, a fractured ankle, and of course a lot of the effects of the vacuum exposure after your little trip into space. All of that was mostly healed by the bacta, but for now you were letting yourself relax in a wheelchair letting Prosecutor tend to you. Being in a wheelchair was a lot of fun actually, now you knew what it felt like to be an astromech droid, having to push yourself around on wheels.

Truth be told, you didn't need the wheelchair, the fractured ankle was healed already, but...

Well, you aren't going to refuse it.

You lean back in your wheelchair, your uniform fresh and ready for today just as you were. “Admiral.” Resolute walks alongside you, surprised to see you up apparently. “I see your wounds have not healed very well despite the bacta bath.”

“Nice to see you too, Resolute,” you say. “How are things in my absence.”

“Me and Prosecutor have kept things tight. The Grand Admiral has kept us on patrol flights and expeditions for now,” Resolute reports. “Other than that, there is not much else to report. The expeditions haven't been successful in finding anything useful beyond resources. And only two cruisers were reported and destroyed during our patrol flights. The Yuuzhan Vong are playing their cards close to the chest since the Worldship attacked you.”

“Hmph, as they should!” you boast. “Anyone on expedition today?”

“Only Tellstar.” Wait. Just Tellstar? You look to her, surprised. “If you are worried, and I assume you are not, don't be. She's expeditioning out in the area where you encountered the Worldship.”

“What is she looking for?” you ask.

“F4.” The three of you pause. “She knows that droid is very valuable to you, Admiral. As does Black Hawk and Agility. They take shifts in searching for him.”

> “Well, call them off. They'll never find him. Waste of time anyway.”
> “Good on them. But call them off, they're wasting their energy.”
> “Keep them searching then, F4 has information vital to our war effort, can't let the Vong have him.”
> Other

>>1092352
>> “Good on them. But call them off, they're wasting their energy.”
>> Other
"if that bucket of bolt somehow survived, it will make itself known. No need for active searching, just watch for abnormal signal... if it ever come."
something like that.

>>1092352
>> “Good on them. But call them off, they're wasting their energy.”
>"I'll look for F4 myself once I'm healed up properly."
I'm sure we can appropriate a tie fighter to do some recon ourselves.

>>1092352
this>>1092362

>>1092362
Supporting this.

>>1092352
>> “Good on them. But call them off, they're wasting their energy.”

>>1092352
I'll back >>1092362 however it needs to be said slowly and carefully as if you're trying to make yourself believe it.

>>1092352
>>1092362
This. Sounds like the Admiral and we do trust our talking trashcan.

> “Good on them. But call them off, they're wasting their energy.”
> Other

“Good on them,” you say. “But I would call them off, Resolute. They're wasting their energy.” Resolute looks surprised, folding her arms gently as she looks to you with a bit of worry. “If that bucket of bolts has somehow survived something almost killed me, he will make himself known. No need to search out for him.” You shrug a bit, frowning a bit. “Just watch out for signals in that area, if they ever come.”

“I see.” Resolute nods. “I will let Tellstar now.”

“Good. Other than that?” you ask.

“Well, Finalizer is working things off in the simulation room with Acheron. Would you like to see?” asks Resolute.

“I would. Let's go.”

-

-

“AAAAHH!” Finalizer lets loose a massive TIE Fighter screen towards Acheron at the other end of the facility. “Go forth my minions! Destroy her in the name of the Dark Side! Let my madness unleash for and wipe-”

The TIE Fighters are quickly blown to pieces by the missile barrage. Acheron flips through a holobook, her missile pods acting independently as she waits for the next targeting attempt. Finalizer snorts, then fires off a spread of missiles and turbolaser fire. Acheron looks over at the strange noise, then slowly works her way out of the way. Given the great distance between the two, she does so successfully, barely. “Stop it!” screams Finalizer. “I'm trying to defeat you!”

Acheron grunts, not looking up from her book. “You're going to have to do better than your Neimoidian cartoons, Finalizer.”

“AAAHHH!” Finalizer keeps firing her turbolasers at Acheron, who only needs to move the slightest bit out of the way to dodge them. It appears that Acheron has figured out that she only has to be a certain distance away from Finalizer to make up for her slow speed in dodging. And as for the rest, the rest will be provoking her to wasting time and energy to making her sit in one place and firing everything off at her. Smart girl.

But maybe a bit too cocky.

> “Finalizer, close in. You're faster than her.”
> “Acheron, enough slacking, finish it.”
> “You two can do better than that. Come on.”
> Other

>>1092550
>> “You two can do better than that. Come on.”

>>1092550
>> “You two can do better than that. Come on.”

>>1092550
>> “You two can do better than that. Come on.”

>>1092550
> “You two can do better than that. Come on.”

Archeron doesn't have any anti ship missiles only anti starfighter

>>1092550
> “You two can do better than that. Come on.”

> “You two can do better than that. Come on.”

“Come on, you two can do better than that!” you shout into the mic. The training techs broadcast your voice into the Well, letting them know that you are there and in person. The two girls look up, surprised. “I know you can! Let's go!” Finalizer steels herself, then starts charging forth towards Acheron, all she had to do. Acheron shuts her book, then pockets it and fires a huge spread of missiles. The missiles curve and fly in random patterns through the air at Finalizer.

And to that, Finalizer simply lets them burst and explode off of her. She won't let some silly missiles ruin her day. Acheron blinks, strafing left and dodging back to try and reload and fire off more, but it's too late. Finalizer has closed the distance. And she is now an easy target. Finalizer lets loose a barrage of turbolasers, smashing Acheron into a wall.

And with that, Finalizer is the clear winner. “Yes! Yaha!” Finalizer pumps her fists in the air.

-

-

“What did we learn?” you ask. The two present themselves to you, Acheron's clothes still in a sorry state from that barrage. She doesn't seem to care though, and you definitely do care but not in the way that allows her to go get dressed properly.

Finalizer says, “I need to close the distance with my targets if I am able to instead of sitting back.”

“I need support to do things otherwise I'm a sitting duck,” says Acheron.

“Good. Acheron, you're a wonderful anti-starfighter unit,” you explain. “Hope to see more of that in later sorties.” Acheron smiles, bowing to you. “And Finalizer, I-”

Finalizer kneels down to you, holding your hand. She's seen that you're in the wheelchair. “I have disappointed thee, Lord Admiral, I apologize. Allow me to redeem myself by being your humble servant for the day! Anything you want, I will do!” Prosecutor slowly pulls your wheelchair back.

> “That's fine, Finalizer. I'm okay. You can stop.”
> “Prosecutor, retire for the day. Let Finalizer cart me around.”
> Other

>>1092725
>> “Prosecutor, retire for the day. Let Finalizer cart me around.”

>>1092725
>"Anything~?"
then
>> “That's fine, Finalizer. I'm okay. You can stop.”

>>1092725
> “Prosecutor, retire for the day. Let Finalizer cart me around. Thank you however for the aid.”

>>1092725
>> “Prosecutor, retire for the day. Let Finalizer cart me around.”

>>1092725
> “Prosecutor, retire for the day. Let Finalizer cart me around.”
She's such a sweet heart. I wonder if she'll get over the darkside thing.

>>1092725
>> “That's fine, Finalizer. I'm okay. You can stop

>>1092725
> “That's fine, Finalizer. I'm okay. You can stop.”

> “Prosecutor, retire for the day. Let Finalizer cart me around.”

You smirk, then look up at Prosecutor. “Go ahead and retire for the day, Prosecutor. Finalizer, you can start carting me around.”

Finalizer's eyes light up. “Yes, Lord Admiral!” She immediately takes Prosecutor's place behind you.

“Well, okay then,” says Prosecutor. “I suppose I will show Acheron the kitchen then, we can cook lunch. Acheron?” Acheron nods, smiling at Prosecutor. “We'll see you soon then, Admiral.” With that, Prosecutor reluctantly takes her leave with Acheron.

And as for you, you now have the services of a very attractive and very naive young woman like Finalizer. Ehehehe. “So, Finalizer, you say you'll do anything for me today then, yeah?” You smile up at her.

“Anything!” she says happily. “I am at your disposal, Lord Admiral!” She quickly wrestles your wheelchair to the side, directing you to the door. Oh. Okay, that's a little forceful. “First, let us report to Arc Hammer's workshop, I know you must be dying to know what she is doing!”

“Well, I don't-” She pushes you forward, sprinting behind you. “Ah, Finalizer, wait, wait! Slowly, slowly!” She realizes what you're saying, then slows to a walking pace. “Ah, okay. Thank you, Finalizer.” She pushes you out the door, then moves on over to the courtyard area. So far, Stormtroopers from the 501st have been moving men and equipment in and out of the base. Things are much busier than you remember, but with a Worldship in the area, you're not surprised. A Stormtrooper halts you at a junction, then allows a AT-ACT to start walking by with its cargo. Huh, what are they moving? The massive legs shake the ground as you wait.

Agility and Black Hawk walk up next to you all, waiting to go as well. They look over to Finalizer, then at you. “Hey, Hawk.” Agility smirks a bit. “The big chesty Star Destroyer is carting around the Admiral.”

“That's not nice,” says Black Hawk. “Just because Finalizer has loads of useless meat on her chest doesn't make her anything less than you, Agility.” Finalizer gasps, blushing a bit, grabbing her chest a bit.

“Now, girls,” you say. “Don't be rude. I happen to like Finalizer as she is.” The two corvettes nod, quieting down. “Now, apologize to-”

“OH! THE AT-ACT IS ALMOST PAST!” yells Agility. “Let's have a race to the workshop!”

You hold up a hand. “Now, Agility, that-”

“YOU'RE ON!” screams Black Hawk. The two crouch down to launch positions.

“Listen.” You look back to Finalizer. “Finalizer, you-”

“I WILL NOT LOSE IN FRONT OF MY ADMIRAL!” Finalizer screams. She gets ready to go.

Oh blast.

> “Oh wait! I can walk, yeah! Woo. I'm going to the workshop.”
> Hang on for dear life.
> “PLEASE STOP!”
> Other

>>1092969
>> “PLEASE STOP!”

>>1092969
>> “PLEASE STOP!”

>>1092969
>“PLEASE STOP!”
ALMOST MORTALLY INJURED, REMEMBER?!

>>1092969
>Lift legs up, Buckle in, Get sunglasses.
Lets roll.

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>>1092969
> Hang on for dear life

>>1092969
> Hang on for dear life
>FINALIZER IT'S OKAY I LOVE YOUR CHEST

>>1093007
>>1093026
I think I want to add these to my vote.

>>1092969
>> “PLEASE STOP!”

> Hang on for dear life.
> “PLEASE STOP!”

“FINALIZER, PLEASE-” She lifts up your wheelchair with immense strength, silencing you. You want to tell her to stop but it's too late. Oh no no no. The AT-ACT passes by, clearing the way. The Stormtrooper waves you all through. Agility and Black Hawk sprint forward, running ahead. Finalizer comes up behind them, carrying you and the wheelchair over her head like it was precious cargo. Oh no no no, please stop! STOP!

Agility and Black Hawk make it to the workshop in short order, figures, the two of them being light ships and being very quick on their feet to boot. But Finalizer has to finish strong. She comes around the corner, almost tipping you out of the wheelchair. She then places the wheelchair down and starts pushing you ahead. This is fine. This is okay. At least you're not being carried in the- “MAKE WAY!” screams Finalizer. Agility and Black Hawk blink, immediately ducking out of the way of the door.

Oh. This is how you die. Now being sucked into space after a space battle, but being rammed into a door.

The door splits open, knocking aside several Stormtroopers inside and carting you ahead. Finalizer trips, lets go of the wheelchair, and flops onto her face. That just left you careening out of control in the workshop, right into a huge pile of scrap, very sharp and edgy scrap. Oh no no no no-

Arc Hammer catches you by the wheelchair, then grabs you when you fly out from inertia. She sets you back in and looks at you angrily. “Care to explain why you destroyed my door?”

“...” You take a deep breath, then point to Finalizer, Agility, and Black Hawk. “They- they had a race while I was in a wheelchair.” Arc Hammer stares at you, then slowly pulls down her data goggles. She takes a few good seconds looking at you.

Then she says, “You're fine. Why are you being carted around on a wheelchair? Are you that lazy?”

> “Maybe.”
> “Why, jealous you didn't come up with it first?”
> “I will not have my choice of transport be decided BY a transport.”
> Other

>>1093205
> “Why, jealous you didn't come up with it first?”

>>1093205
>Other
"I lost my flagship, its escort, and got spaced in the process not a week ago. Let me have this."

>>1093205
>“I will not have my choice of transport be decided BY a transport.”

>>1093205
>> “Maybe.”
>> “Why, jealous you didn't come up with it first?”

>>1093205
I'm backing this guy >>1093218 but also add in 'my friend' as well.

>>1093205
>>1093218
This.

>Ask if the girls are okay.

>>1093205
Also add too this >>1093222

>girls you okay?

>>1093218
>>1093222
Changing my vote to these.

>>1093205
>> “Why, jealous you didn't come up with it first?”
Also
>>1093218
this

> “Why, jealous you didn't come up with it first?”
> Other

“Why, you jealous you didn't come up with it first?” you ask. Arc Hammer simply folds her arms, staring disapprovingly at you. “Look, listen, I just lost my flagship, my former flagship, and my best friend, and got spaced just a couple of days ago. Just let me have this, alright?”

Arc Hammer quirks her brow. “Your best friend?”

“What?”

“You just said your best friend.”

You shake your head. “No, I didn't.” You turn your wheelchair around, pushing yourself off towards an injured Finalizer. “Are you okay?” She nods, nursing a bruise on her nose. Ah, that'll take hours to fix. You look back to see Agility and Black Hawk looking inside as the Stormtroopers pick themselves up, groaning in pain. “Well. That'll teach you not to get into races with sensitive cargo,” you say.

“Yes, Lord Admiral,” she mopes.

Agility looks to Black Hawk. “Let's get out of here!” They turn to leave, but have their ears tugged on by Arc Hammer. “Ow! Ow! Ow!” They yelp in pain, getting dragged by the ear inside.

“Not so fast you two. I need my machines cleaned, you're conveniently here. Get washing.” They moan in frustration, taking up buckets and sponges. Arc Hammer points to the Hatchery and to the Remodeler. Then they get to work. You suppose every rude deed goes punished. Heh, not in your case. Arc Hammer walks over to you. “If you're wondering Admiral, I don't have any resources to spare to build any remodel kits or anything new for the girls. Right now, most of our efforts have been redirected towards the Grand Admiral's fleet, not ours.”

“Right.” You sigh. Grand Admiral. What a joke.

“Though, Admiral. If you want, I have parts to build a new droid companion for you,” says Arc Hammer. “I understand that F4 was very important to you. I can have a new one replace him if you'd like.”

> “Nothing can replace F4.”
> “Please do. It'll entertain me.”
> Other

>>1093378
>> “Nothing can replace F4.”

>>1093378
>> “Nothing can replace F4.”
>"Thanks anyway. It means a lot."

>>1093378
> Other

Not just yet. If our resources are thin, save them for missions.

We should get a probe droid searching the battle site. That's what they're for. If there are questions, we can justify it with something about "non-critical, but still potentially useful information" stored in him.

>>1093378
> “Nothing can replace F4, Make sure these are used to ensure the girls are at the peak of combat. "

>>1093378
>>1093388
>>1093395
This, Ask for a item or refit package!

>>1093378
>> “Nothing can replace F4.”

>>1093378
>> “Nothing can replace F4.”

>>1093378
>>1093388
>Give is a item instead for our girls!

>>1093378
>>1093388

> “Nothing can replace F4.”

“Nothing can replace F4,” you say. “Use those resources to make the girls better I suppose.” You lean back in your wheelchair, sighing. “Honestly, the idea though that you think F4 was important to me. He was just a droid and-” Arc Hammer pats you on the head. “... what are you doing?” you ask.

Arc Hammer says, “I am aware of the pain you feel at the loss of such a companion. I know you do not want to look bad in front of the others.” You look to a concerned looking Finalizer, and see Agility and Black Hawk to busy cleaning the machines to care. “But you can feel free to be you around me. F4 was a very good droid, and a good friend. Droid companions are like pets, it always hurts when you lose one, no matter how well you prepare yourself.”

You sigh, rubbing your nose. “I'm fine, Arc Hammer. Really.” She looks skeptical of that, but then nods. “Anyway, I suppose things are fine here?”

“Things are ship shape. We'll be prepared hopefully to start production of more items once the expeditions start turning out more resources,” says Arc Hammer. “And Admiral, you are always free to talk to me.” What is it with her and droids? It used to be that she wouldn't give you the time of day unless you ordered her to, now it's like... ugh. You shake your head. Girls.

Finalizer says, “This workshop is so chaotic, Arc Hammer. Have you ever considered cleaning it?”

“It's organized chaos,” says Arc Hammer. You roll your eyes.

> Have Finalizer take you outside for a walk.
> Head to dinner for the day.
> Supervise things in the workshop.
> Other

>>1093543
>Come finalizer you owe me for almost endangering my life!
>Soft thank you too Arc on the way out but covered with coughing

>>1093543
>>1093550
This.

>>1093543

>>1093543
>Brood
>Insist you're not brooding.

>>1093543
This anon >>1093550 gets my support

>>1093543
>>1093550

I like this one

>>1093550
Heh, supporting

> Have Finalizer take you outside for a walk.

You cough, nodding to Arc Hammer. “Well, thank you.” You cough again, trying to cover it all up. But Arc Hammer knows, she smirks smugly, looking to you. “Uh, Finalizer, you owe me for almost endangering me! Come on, let's go!” Finalizer nods, taking your wheelchair again and carting you out. You sigh. Are you really that concerned about F4's life? What does it matter to her anyway? F4 is just a droid. It's not like he does anything special.

You will say though, the donations and all that stuff going to Fiennes is going to stop now that F4 is gone. No way in hell are you continuing any of that.

Finalizer carts you around. “Now, Admiral! Where shall we go?”

“I don't know,” you say. “I am hungry for a bit of dinner. And you really do owe me for almost killing me in that race.”

“I apologize, Lord Admiral!” She stops the wheelchair, leaning over and looking you in the eye determinedly. “If you wish, you may carry me around instead!” She has stars in her eyes, a light blush on her face as she says that.

You say to her, “I'm wounded.” She huffs, disappointed. “Tell you what though, Finalizer. I'll consider my debt paid if you just wheel me around for the rest of the day with no incident.” Her eyes light up again, and she goes back to carting you forward. “I just want to relax and get my mind off the battle.”

“It was a glorious battle after all, was it not?” she says. “We almost had him!”

“We would've had him. I remember distinctly you and Prosecutor broke off your boarding action apparently to try and save me,” you say. Finalizer blinks, puffing her cheek out and looking away. “I thank you for that, but you should've focused on the Worldship.”

“I would never let my Lord Admiral die,” she says firmly. She stops the wheelchair, looking you in the eye. “I would never forgive myself to let my master die through my inaction! That is not the way of the Dark Side! The Dark Side mandates that if one day we were to duel for power, we must do it face to face! Those who decide otherwise-”

“Wait. What?” you ask.

“Duel for power!” she says. She kneels down by your chair, looking at you with childlike wonder. “As is intended, the rule of two. One day, there may come a day where I may become more powerful than you, Lord Admiral, and we must fight for superiority! And only the victor can become or remain the master!”

…

> “You realize that's not how this works, right?”
> “Yes. Power. I'm very powerful. Don't make me zap you.”
> “Look. Um. Have you ever considered growing up a little?”
> Other

>>1093724
>Or we could just get married. Share the power.

>>1093724
>“You realize that's not how this works, right?”
You would have to fight Lord Vader for that honor.

>>1093724
>> “You realize that's not how this works, right?”
We're soldiers, not Sith.

>>1093724
> “You realize that's not how this works, right?”

>>1093724
>We'll just pass it onto our child, togeather.

Let her stew on that. I'm glad shes carting around the Admiral.

>>1093724
>> “You realize that's not how this works, right?”
Besides you are more powerful then me

Honest question, i know you can marry shipsluts but uh... are kids normal that come out or does dicking them kill them?

>>1093794
Nobody knows.

>>1093803
Your take on the matter or we gotta find out? Also does our dick have to battle fairys to get inside?

>>1093819
>Tiny stormtrooper questions where his life went wrong as a massive dick invades the docking bay

>>1093819
They're mostly human, you can dick them all you want. I'm still figuring out the issue of babbies though.

>>1093826
>Command! The Vong have broken through the metal barrier! We're being overran! Oh god, Its firing Command hal..!!

>>1093833
Danke, and thanks. i do hope its something interesting or equally werid

>>1093833
Has there been admiral x shipgi relations.

Do any of the girls have that knowledge

>>1093865
1. Not that you know of, but it's been rumored.

2. Many of them have been hit on by former Admirals and base personnel.

>>1093911
Any of the girls went through with their advances all the way ?

>>1093911
>Not that you know of, but it's been rumored
Are there explicit rules against it?

>>1093918
1. None so far.

>>1093919
2. No, because the Starship Girls are not technically people but "special ordnance".

>>1093947
> 2. No, because the Starship Girls are not technically people but "special ordnance".
There's rules against sticking your dick in hand grenades. This would probably fall under 'improper use of Imperial Property'. Though as an Admiral few are likely to call us out on it, and fewer could actually achieve anything by doing so.

>>1093724
> “You realize that's not how this works, right?”

> “You realize that's not how this works, right?”

“You realize that's now how this works, right? You're my subordinate, I'm your Admiral.” Finalizer frowns a little. “There's none of this master apprentice stuff. And even if there was, I wouldn't be your master, Lord Vader would be.”

Finalizer twiddles her fingers. “But... I wouldn't be able to defeat Lord Vader.”

“... wait, are you implying I'm a master because you can beat me?” you ask.

“N- no!” Finalizer shakes her head, flailing her hands wildly and frantically. “Of course not! I'm just- ah...” She tugs on her hood a bit, chewing on her lower lip. “I was just-... eh. I was just- it's a matter of balance! You uh...”

You sigh, snickering a little. “Finalizer, you are just the worst.” She mopes a little. “That's what I like about you thought.” She blinks in surprise. “Besides. No reason we can't share the power you and I?” You smile at her. She blushes intensely, looking away, hiding her eyes beneath her hood. Ha. What a flustered girl. You look around.

Then see Prosecutor, Resolute, and Redemption watching from around one of the crates. They glare intently at you, except for Redemption who appears to want to see how far this will go. Uh. Girls.

“I-... I have no problem sharing the furious power of the Dark Side with you, Admiral.” She shifts on her feet nervously. “I mean-”

“Ah. Look at the time.” Resolute checks her PDA, walking up to you two. “Admiral, Finalizer. I believe it's time for dinner you two. Prosecutor has cooked a lovely roast.” Oh for- RESOLUTE! Come on! Finalizer nods, steeling herself, no longer blushing. Dang it! You were this close! Feh. She smirks at you, obviously reveling in your suffering. Aahh... You should've stayed spaced.

-

-

You all eat Prosecutors fine roast pork with mashed potatoes and a spicy white and red sauce. Everyone groans and fumes at the spices burning their noses and tongues as they eat, except for you and Prosecutor. “Prosecutor, have you ever thought of not using spices in your meals?” you ask.

“But-... it's not a meal if it doesn't fight back,” she says.

Eh, fair point. You look around the table, then notice one chair empty next to Agility and Black Hawk. “Agility. Black Hawk.” The two of them look at you. “Have you seen Tellstar?” They shake their heads. “Resolute?”

Resolute says to you, “I called her back this morning. She should've come back an hour ago.”

Oh for...

> Stand up and go to the Control Tower, see if they can find her.
> Eh. Enjoy dinner for now, she's a tough girl.
> Other

>>1093988
>> Stand up and go to the Control Tower, see if they can find her.

>>1093988

> Storm off and go to the Control Tower, see if they can find her.

She went out for us and its our duty to find her. ;-; Tellstar not you to.

>>1093988
>> Stand up and go to the Control Tower, see if they can find her.
S-schteel you did not kill the cute little girl.

>>1093988
> Stand up and go to the Control Tower, see if they can find her.

>>1093988
>> Stand up and go to the Control Tower, see if they can find her.

>>1093988
>> Stand up and go to the Control Tower, see if they can find her.

PANIC
PAAAANIIICCCC

> Stand up and go to the Control Tower, see if they can find her.

You stand up out of your chair. “I better go see if-”

Prosecutor sits you down into your wheelchair. “I'll take you to the control tower.” Oh. Good. “Just sit and rest. Tellstar is probably just running late.” With that, she wheels you out of the dining room. You can see everybody else standing up too and going to see what's taking Tellstar so long as well. To be honest, you do worry for that clumsy little shipgirl. Who knows what's happened.

-

-

The Control Tower crewmen wear the same big blast helmets as navy troopers, and in turn they make themselves busy keeping watch on all Star Destroyers and Starship Girls in orbit over Mygeeto. One of them addresses you. “Sir, we haven't had signal from Tellstar in hours. Though we have no reason to believe that she was attacked, she stated she would only scout out the area that was left behind by the Worldship, which we have ships patrolling through regularly in case the Vong come back.”

All of you stand there in distress, except for you in the wheelchair. “Alright. Well, I-”

“Lieutenant!” The Lieutenant looks over to one of his crewmen. “We have positive ID on Tellstar entering the system.” Prosecutor wheels you to the console, where you, the Lieutenant, and all the Starship Girls look to see. It's a constant beep that gets closer to the planet. “Tripped our long range alerts. She's closing in through hyperspace, we expect her to drop in soon.”

The Lieutenant nods to you. “There's your answer.” Thank goodness. You motion to Prosecutor take you out. You'll have to meet her on the deck.

-

-

All of you stand there to see Tellstar speeding into the atmosphere. She brakes hard, her expedition bag apparently carrying something. She lands on the ground, skidding to a halt, before tripping and falling flat onto her face. Redemption quickly helps her up, dusting her face down. “Mmm...” Tellstar groans a little in pain, rubbing her cheek.

“Tellstar, you're late!” you say. “We were worried sick and-” She has tears in her eyes, and she sniffles heavily. “What's wrong?”

She reaches into her bag.

And pulls out F4's severed dome, the frayed wires leaking out from the bottom. No light from the eyes, and a severe gash right through the top too. “... this was all I could find,” she whimpers. “I-... I'm so sorry, Admiral!” She starts sobbing loudly.

> Hug Tellstar.
> Take the dome and get this scrapheap fixed.
> “It's okay, it's okay. Thank you, Tellstar.”
> Other

>>1094156
>Hug Tellstar and try not to cry, Bite lip, Cry but hug her tightly.
> “It's okay, it's okay. Thank you, Tellstar.”

>>1094156
>> Hug Tellstar.

>>1094156
>Hug Tellstar
>"It's okay, it's okay. Thank you, Tellstar
>Arc Hammer Take the dome and get this scraphead fixed
>All of you go back to dinner

>>1094156
>> Hug Tellstar

>> “It's okay, it's okay. Thank you, Tellstar

>She gets to ice cream for desert she deserves it

>>1094156
>> Hug Tellstar.
> “It's okay, it's okay. Thank you, Tellstar.”
>Try not to cry.
>Cry just a little bit anyway.

>>1094156
>> Hug Tellstar.
> “It's okay, it's okay. Thank you, Tellstar.”
>She gets to ice cream for desert she deserves it
>Try not to cry.
>Cry just a little bit anyway.

>>1094156
>>1094185
This

> Hug Tellstar.
> “It's okay, it's okay. Thank you, Tellstar.”

You step out of your wheelchair to hug her tight. You pat her on the back. Oh, you'd look absolutely terrible if you just took the dome and told her she'd get some free dessert. No, a hug is in order, both to make her feel good and make the others think better of you. Still, she does deserve it. She found F4's head. Not that you wanted his head, it's probably busted. You'll probably just scrap it for parts later, but... Oh, you keep patting her head as she sniffles quietly into your chest. “It's okay, Tellstar. It's okay. Thank you so much.”

“I'm sorry,” she whimpers.

“No, no, you did what you could.” Redemption as well kneels behind and hugs Tellstar too. “This is good.” You let Redemption take Tellstar into her hands, and find Tellstar's face red and wet from all the crying she's doing. “Guess who gets ice cream for dessert.” She smiles brokenly, knowing. “That's right. Come on, let's finish up dinner. Your plate's getting cold.” With that, you take Tellstar by the hand and sit back down in the wheelchair.

…

Tellstar blinks some tears out of your eyes. “Why are you in a wheelchair?”

“Just- Prosecutor.” She nods, stepping up and wheeling you around. “Let's go.” You hold F4's busted dome in your lap, stroking the cold metal with your hand. Goodness, it's chill. You look inside. Most of the internals are still good. You suppose Arc Hammer can work her magic, but you're not sure how much she can save.

Hmph. Bunch of useless scrap.

A bunch of useless scrap that you can't throw away.

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>>1094331
That's it for tonight's KuatColle. We'll finish it up tomorrow with more around the same time. Hope you all enjoyed.

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BUTTCHEEKS

>>1094340
Thanks for running Schteel, catch you tomorrow.

>>1094340
>>1094340
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>1094340
Tellstar best daughteru

>>1094340
Thanks for running!

>>1094340
This makes me feel bad.

>>1094361
It's probably the first in a chain of events that will lead to us going nuclear and turning the Death Star into Outer Heaven.

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After dinner, you and all the girls headed into the workshop. Why? Because Arc Hammer insisted she get right into fixing up F4 for use again. “I have some spare R2 hulls he can use, the question is how much damage he took,” is what she said on the way there. You figured it wouldn't take more than an hour to do something like this anyway. So why not?

It is now almost midnight. And you were pacing the workshop a bit, occasionally looking over Arc Hammer's shoulder. She was at the workbench, soldering together wires, hooking up new wires, finding circuits both old and fresh out of the scrap piles of her organized chaos of a workshop. Agility, Tellstar, and Black Hawk had fallen asleep all on top of each other, quietly snoring. Force of Commerce as well was slumbering soundly in VP's arms as they sat back, waiting. The only ones awake now were you, Arc Hammer, Redemption, Resolute, Acheron, Prosecutor, and Finalizer. And even Finalizer was starting to doze off.

Redemption places a mug of warm blue milk in your hands, then pats your head as you walk. Arc Hammer looks back to you. “You know, pacing around the room isn't going to revive him any faster.”

“I'm not pacing,” you say. Prosecutor and Resolute walk over, curious at Arc Hammer's progress. “How is he?”

“Not good unfortunately. His main circuit board is intact, but his motivator went bad, parts of his memory banks were also sheared out from that gash.” He's always had a bad motivator anyway judging by his attitude. “Not sure how much of him is left after an episode like he had. You came out better than he did.”

You roll your eyes. “I'm sure the minute you turn him on, he'll remember me, and then he'll want you to shut him back down.”

“He's not that petty,” says Arc Hammer.

Resolute looks over at you, quirking a brow. “I have to say though, Admiral. It is curious that you seem to care so much for the little droid. I would've figured the attitude you gave him and him to you meant your relationship was rather cold.”

> “Eh, he was a different opinion. I liked that.”
> “You'd be right. He's a bucket of bolts.”
> Shrug and keep pacing.
> Other

>>1095419
>> “You'd be right. He's a bucket of bolts.”
>But he's my bucket of bolts and is reliable enough.

>>1095419
this>>1095424

>>1095419
>other
It was a banter we had going. Being a droid I could dismiss out of hand anything he said. Not something I can do with anyone or anything else.

>>1095419
backing this >>1095424

>>1095419
Supporting >>1095424

>>1095424
Backingbthis aswell.

> “You'd be right. He's a bucket of bolts.”
> Other

“You'd be right, he's a bucket of bolts but he's my bucket of bolts.” You grunt, stopping in place and looking to Resolute. “And he's reliable enough.” Resolute glances away for a second, then nods in understanding. To be frank, you were hoping that Tellstar would never find that damn thing. You'd get a new droid to replace him. Maybe a nice protocol droid. That would be good you suppose.

Arc Hammer looks back at you. “This could take a while, sir. I'm not sure how long. I'd need to hook up the power supply as well to test if he even still functions.”

“Alright. We should we get out of your hair then. Thanks for the help, Arc Hammer.” She nods to you. You look over to the napping girls. “Girls, come on. Let's head back to the barracks.” Redemption pokes the three corvettes awake, then helps them up and starts walking them to the barracks. VP as well carries a still slumbering Force of Commerce. Finalizer yawns loudly as all of you exit the workshop and head to the barracks under cover of the dark.

“I look forward to seeing if F4 is repaired in the morning,” says Redemption to you. She carries a slumbering Tellstar in her arms while Black Hawk and Agility hold onto the back of her dress. Hmph. You'll be lucky if Arc Hammer claims he's completely totaled.

Prosecutor says, “Much as I don't like droids, I do admit that F4 would be nice to have back.”

“What do you like about F4 so much?” you ask. “He's just a droid.”

“He was nice to us,” says Redemption. “Why, F4 even played around with Finalizer when she was rehearsing all of your lines for attacking.”

“I was-” Finalizer blushes, looking away. “I do not rehearse.”

Acheron says, “Eh, I suppose the Admiral is right though, he is just a droid.” Yes, someone gets it, even if it has to be the new girl. You all step inside the barracks. “I look forward to seeing if we sortie tomorrow, Admiral. Good night!” She steps into her room and shuts the door. VP helps Force of Commerce into her own room in the meantime.

“Good night, Admiral,” says VP. “And I do agree with Acheron. Astromechs are a credit a plenty. I do not see why the other girls seem so attached to him.” Even VP agrees. Though considering VP was built from a droid control ship, it's understandable. Separatists viewed droids as expendable software, not really as people or even pets. With that, the Seps are gone to bed too, as are the Corvettes.

Redemption smiles as you, Resolute, and Prosecutor walk to your respective rooms. “Well, I should head to bed as well, Admiral. Good night.” She bows to you, standing outside of her door happily.

> “What, no kiss goodnight, Redemption?”
> “Good night.”
> “Not going to invite me in? Sleeping with Prosecutor gets boring you know.”
> Other

>>1095587
>what not gonna invite me in? How can you wound me so?

>>1095587
>> “What, no kiss goodnight, Redemption?”
> “Good night.”

>>1095419
> ...bucket of bolts.
>but he was one of the few things I could truly trust.

BTW does F4 actually speak, or is it all beeps and boops that everyone magical ly understands?

>>1095587
> “Good night.”
Eventhough the obtions look viable they wont be suitable in this situation.

>>1095587
>> “What, no kiss goodnight, Redemption?”
>> “Good night.”

>>1095587
> “What, no kiss goodnight, Redemption?”
As a joke
> “Good night.”

>>1095587
>> “Good night.”
I cant see the admiral being in the mood to do anything else right now. F4 was a good friend and we dont know how much of him is coming back

>>1095615
F4 does actually speak in basic. It was a modification the Admiral requested so that everyone could hear how much of a tooka he sounds.

>>1095587
>> “What, no kiss goodnight, Redemption?”

>>1095635
I think he'll say it like a joke, and Redemption does like to banter.

> “What, no kiss goodnight, Redemption?”

“What, no kiss goodnight?” you ask. You smirk at her a bit. And to that, she rolls her eyes, then leans in and gently places a kiss on your cheek. Whoa, okay, you did not see that coming.

Redemption waves playfully at you as she steps inside her room. “Let me know if you have any booboos for me to kiss better, Admiral.” She shuts her door, a very final goodnight from her.

“Redemption is such a tease,” Resolute mutters.

“And you're not?” you say back to Resolute. She rolls her eyes at that. “Hey, if you have nightmares, feel free to come on in. Plenty of room on Prosecutor's bed.”

“I'm flattered,” she says, not very flattered at all. “But I must go to bed, alone. Good night, Admiral.” With that, Resolute walks into her own room and shuts the door. That just left you and Prosecutor. Finalizer seems to have disappeared elsewhere.

Prosecutor smiles a little at you. “Want me to make the bed for you, Admiral?” You shrug a little, standing outside Prosecutor's room. “Something the matter?”

“Nah, nah.” You fold your arms a bit. “It's just-... I'm not sure if F4 will be the same after Arc Hammer repairs him. I am just...” You pinch the air a bit, squinting. “Just a bit nervous that Arc Hammer might do something and he ends up talking in nothing but beeps and boops and wants nothing except motor oil or curvy droids from me.”

Prosecutor places her hand on your arm comfortingly. “If you want. We can go back to the workshop, watch her work, Admiral.”

> “Yeah, let's go.”
> “Nah. You should head to bed. I'll go.”
> “Nah, we should get some rest.”
> Other

>>1095785
>> “Nah, we should get some rest.”

>>1095785
>> “Nah, we should get some rest.”
"she will kicked our arse out anyway, so lets not bother"

>>1095785
> “Nah, we should get some rest.”
It's not like we'd even know what we were looking at to tell if she was doing something wrong anyway.

>>1095785
>“Nah, we should get some rest.”


Us being there might make it worse.

>>1095785
>> “Nah, we should get some rest.”

>>1095785
>nah we should rest, once shes asleep. Slip out and watch arch hammer work like a worried but spiteful dad

>>1095785
>“Nah, we should get some rest.”

>>1095785
> “Nah, we should get some rest.”

Its unseemly for an admiral to be fretting over a droid or to hover over a repair job.

> “Nah, we should get some rest.”

You and Prosecutor step inside her room. And to that, the both of you strip out of your uniforms and put on some fresh pajamas. Prosecutor's own pajamas this time was a simple grey nightdress with red highlights and the Open Circle Fleet emblem on the chest. Seems like the Republic had an obsession with that Fleet. She settles down on the floor in her sleeping bag while you settle down on her bed. “Let's get some sleep, Prosecutor. I imagine tomorrow's going to be pretty busy.”

“Alright, Admiral,” she says softly.

…

She leans up, looking at you as you rest on her bed. “Do you mind if I sleep with you too? Not that I-... um.” She twiddles her fingers a bit. “It's just, sleeping on the floor isn't very comfortable.” You sigh, smirking. You pat the side of the bed. And to that, she smiles and mounts up next to you. “Thank you, Admiral.” She grabs a spare blanket and pulls it over herself, just so the two of you aren't sleeping under the same one. Sucks to share a blanket after all.

“Good night, Prosecutor.”

…

You look over at her again. “Prosecutor?” She looks at you, a bit of a worried expression on her face. “Something the matter?”

“Well um. Forgive me for saying but...” She turns over, rolling over so she can face you, eye to eye. “Admiral. Sometimes I get the feeling that you're not who you claim to be.” … oh? “Like, just today, you were flirting with Finalizer. I would've imagined a proper Admiral would keep his distance. And then before that, you were taking credit for my plans, and plus Resolute doesn't seem to have a very high opinion of you.” She leans in close. “Resolute is a very good judge of character.”

“Well. Maybe she-” You look to her, and she seems a little skeptical.

“Admiral.” She squints a bit at you. “Be honest with me. How did you become an Admiral? How did you get through the Academy?”

> “I cheated. A lot.”
> “I was just more clever than most.”
> “Prosecutor, you have the most lovely eyes, did I ever tell you that?”
> Other

>>1096005
>> “I was just more clever than most.”
"admittedly in less than savory way, to say it mildly".

>>1096005

> “I didn't play by the rules in the Academy, Some would call it cheating but when it comes to war you never play by rules. Its you vs them, And only one survives. I made sure I was the one who always survived.. ”

>>1096005
Supporting >>1096014

>>1096014
It's the most roundabout way of saying "I cheated" yet. I like it.

>>1096005
This >>1096014 works.

>>1096005
>>1096014
I like this one as well

>>1096005
>> “I was just more clever than most.”

>>1096005
So this >>1096014

This is so us.

> Other

“I didn't play by the rules in the Academy. I mean.” you shrug a little. “Some would call it cheating, but when it comes to war, you never play by the rules. It's you versus them, and only one can survive. I made sure I was the one who survived. Big fish eat the little fish, you know?” Plain and simple yet roundabout. Hopefully Prosecutor gets turned around in trying to figure out the intention without figuring out the meaning.

She stares at you, then slowly nods. “Huh. Okay.” She doesn't seem to have it figured out. Good. “Well. Interesting way to put it, Admiral.” She doesn't seem satisfied, but she doesn't seem able to try and keep up the attack either. She sighs, curling up a little beneath her blanket. “Well, Admiral. I suppose good night then.”

“Yes. Yes.” You pat Prosecutor on the head, tucking her in a little beneath her blanket. “Good night, Prosecutor.”

You shut your eyes. You do need your rest.

-

-

There was a knock at Prosecutor's door. Then another knock, and a couple of scratches. Ugh. Maybe it's Tellstar or something, wants somebody to sleep with. “Prosecutor...”

“Mmm.” She wakes from her sleep. “Admiral.”

“There's someone at the door.”

“Mhm.”

“... are you going to get it?”

She yawns. “Mmm.”

> “Go get it, Prosecutor.”
> “I'll get it.”
> Ignore them. Too sleepy.
> Other

>>1096226
> “I'll get it.”

>>1096226
>> “I'll get it.”

>>1096226
> “Go get it, Prosecutor.”
She's our secretary, it would be unbecoming for us to the answer the door and not her.

>>1096226
> “I'll get it.”

>>1096226
>> “I'll get it.”

>>1096226
>“I'll get it.”

Aaaand we're kidnapped

>>1096226
>> “I'll get it.”

> “I'll get it.”

You sigh. Forget it. You throw off your blanket, then gently climb over Prosecutor. You'll see who it is, then tell them to piss off. If it's Arc Hammer with news about F4, you'll happily hug her if she's got progress. Ah... Arc Hammer's legs would be a nice thing to hold onto. You step up to the door, then let it slide open. “Yes?”

Standing at the door is a Yuuzhan Vong Warrior. You cannot make out eye or ear behind that dark mask of his, beyond the glowing yellow eyes bearing down on you. His spiky armor resembled unhealthy teeth in a dog, you could even spy them twitching a little. He stood two heads taller than you, with a staff that hissed at you. He huffed, dispensing some hot air out into your face. It was at this point you realized that you were stuck in this one second, probably mostly out of fear. You were just an Admiral after all. It wasn't like you carried a sidearm. Why would you? What good would a sidearm do in a space battle?

The next second punished that thought by throwing you against the wall, into Prosecutor's desk, and into the floor. Your vision is a blur, and you can feel a slight stabbing pain in your rib. Must have hurt it against the desk. He steps in, raising his staff up high over your head. He intended to spear you. Oh sweet mother of-

He's suddenly blasted in the head. He flops over, a sizzling hole in the back of his helmet. The staff hisses at you, but that's suddenly blasted in half. You look over to Prosecutor, holding a DC-17m IWS. “... Prosecutor.”

“Are you okay, Admiral?” she asks.

“Wh-...” You crawl away from the corpse. Oh blast! You were almost killed! “I- I'm alright uh.” You stand up. “Where did you get that?”

“I keep it under my pillow,” she says. You stare at her. “Why? You don't?” She quickly gets up out of bed, checking the ammo inside before peeking out into the hallway. She gasps, then shuts the door. You can hear more banging and knocking against your door. “More outside.” She quickly reaches under the mattress and pushes it up, revealing a very large arsenal of weapons. Everything from the DC-15A to the DC-15S Carbine to a pair of DC-17 Hand blasters and even an S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol. She picks out a DC-15s blaster for you and tosses it over to you. “Here, Admiral, you know how to use that?”

“Uh...” You catch it, holding it gingerly. You held a weapon in the Academy several times for range practice. But...

> “Sure. Yeah.”
> “I think you should give me something a bit bigger than that. I do see a DC-15S in there.”
> “I should probably not be trusted with a blaster.”
> Other

>>1096423
>> “Sure. Yeah.”

>>1096423
> “Sure. Yeah.”

>>1096423
> “I think you should give me something a bit bigger than that. I do see a DC-15S in there.”
>Lock and Load, Also the base should be on full alert right now. What the fuck is Thrawn thinking...

>>1096423
> “Sure. Yeah.”